The Remnant Seed
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I saw the dragon flying through the midst of the earth seeking to devour and sift. He hangs around the threshing floor and near the birthing places of hopes and dreams. (Revelation 12, Isaiah 27, Psalm 74, Job 41). He is breathing fire with the lies of his mouth burning up the tares then the chaff. But what is a dragon except that creature that can only be constrained by God Himself.
This spring as I would go throughout the day in the midst of Covid, I began to see Jesus in a field ripe with heavy heads of wheat with His disciples near Him. The wheat bowed, ready to be harvested. It is so easy, just to walk with Him, reach out and touch the grain. It just easily submits to your grasp. Just waiting to be enjoyed. I told the Lord, “Lord, I know it is harvest season, but I have no zeal or energy to evangelize.” Three days in a row He gave me perfectly ordered divine appointments with people out and about. 1, 2, 3. It was just easy. All I had to do was ask.
The seed is truly an amazing thing. All the DNA of its destiny is contained within. The seed really can do much of nothing. It doesn’t get to choose when it sprouts. It doesn’t get to choose where. It can sit for many many years and just wait. It waits until the Father activates it. If it is wheat, it grew up with a stalk and had other seeds around it in the head. In Jesus’ day, it would’ve been cut, the tares separated, the stalk thrown on the threshing floor, then a threshing sledge would’ve been taken to it. The Bible says that the dragon is the threshing sledge (Job 41:30). The dragon flies about exposing all the dark things, so that they may be dealt with. All hidden things come forward at some point. This hour is that point. Interestingly as the wheat is threshed the seeds and stalk are tossed in the air as the wind (Holy Spirit) blows the chaff away and seed is all that remains…at rest gathered with other seed.
In the Bible it speaks of a Jubilee. It happens every 50 years. This is a Jubilee year for the United States. It began in 1620, 400 years ago this year.
The Pilgrims knew this threshing process. They were persecuted, isolated, thrust into another country and back, then climbed aboard the Mayflower in faith so that they could worship in Spirit and truth. Rough stormy seas. Tossed about for too many days only to arrive in human and natural trials. They waited in the hull of that ship. Waited like a seed to be activated. I have seen the seed. It no longer has the chaff from the previous season of life. The only thing that remains is the outer shell. I do not know what the seed will look like, but if it is a remnant of what the Pilgrims carried then maybe our future contains another 400 years of faith, if the Lord tarries.
The only thing – these Pilgrims like William Bradford genuinely prayed.
I went to a tent close to the wheat fields near Harrisburg, Pennsylvania in June of this year. I saw the Father looking down. I felt as though He was searching to see who would respond and with what heart. I did not feel a harshness, but a very kind invitation. I believe He is intently looking, watching as only a kind Father could. Like the father of the prodigal son. He looked out (I believe over a field, maybe of wheat), and saw his son coming home.
It’s time. It’s time to come Home.
The Kingdom of God is an invitation.
The display of His glory is about to come forward in a way this generation has never experienced. Some will have eyes to see, ears to hear, and a heart to understand, but many will not. But, if you ask…He has much to share.
We must return. We must seek His face. (II Chronicles 7:14)
He is watching to see who will respond.--
Carpe Diem Carpe Noctem Carpe Now!!!!